Chapter 621

Their footsteps passed by Thalassa, heavy with an icy wind that cut across her face, sharp and cold.

Thalassa watched as they walked away, her gaze trailing their footprints until they were lost from sight.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared blankly at the then-deserted corridor.

A pair of leather shoes approached. Stopping beside her, a man’s voice rang out, “Ms. Everhart, may I assist you?”

Thalassa turned her stiff neck to look at the man. It was David.

With a dry swallow, she managed to get out, “I can do it… on my own…”

word. The force with which Lysander had just choked her could have easily been fatal. Thalassa tried to stand, her hands pressing

bent down to help her, but as he extended his hand, Thalassa managed to rise,

Everhart, it’s getting late. You should

he

slightly as she stared at the

her mind, causing her heart to ache with a pain that

against the wall, taking one shaky step

the hospital entrance, only to see Lysander’s sleek black Rolls-Royce drive off, followed by

inside that ambulance was Sybil’s body, which was on

confusion. She called a cab and headed to the police

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